Miss Nancy didn't know when she fell asleep.
She remembered some things from the past. Or rather, the nightmare that had long haunted her heart.
Her race had always been aloof from worldly affairs. Living in a remote forest far from humans. Due to their lifespan, the pace of life was very slow compared to humans.
After all, how long does a human sleep for? A day at most.
But as long as they wanted, one sleep could be a year.
Humans didn't know the exact location of the elven village. Even if they occasionally traded with each other, like exchanging gems or herbs for some strange things.
Over time.
Those humans seemed to enshrine everyone in the village as gods.
Nancy still remembered peeking with her sister at humans holding incense and kneeling in the forest to pray.
She never really took humans seriously.
Until...
"Could you tell me, where is your village chief?"
It was a person who often came to pray.
Looking like he was about to die, his lips cracked. His face was extremely pale, tottering in the wind.
"Please, save my daughter... I beg you..."
"..."
Miss Nancy's upbringing had always been, in the long river of a lengthy lifespan, do whatever you want. If you think it's good, do it. If you think it's bad, don't.
She felt it was necessary to help such a devout believer.
So she guided him.
She didn't think it was a big deal.
But when she woke up from her sleep again, the village was gone.
The devout believer brought a whole bunch of Church people. Her parents, her sister, and many of her kind were all dead or injured.
"Found it!"
"The Lords will definitely be very satisfied this time; didn't expect there to be so many medicinal materials."
"..."
Nancy saw the village chief's pained expression and really wanted to go out.
But the village chief saw her too.
His lips moved slightly.
The meaning was very clear. Just one word... live.
Squelch.
Nancy had never encountered partings by death. Because that kind of thing was very distant for elves.
But now she witnessed it with her own eyes.
The village chief's head rolled to the edge of a burning tree stump. The severed neck was covered in a lot of dust.
It was her fault.
Although her people said to do whatever she wanted. But they also said, only trust your own kind. Humans are very bad. Even if the neighboring village looks very devout, don't trust them too much.
Miss Nancy was the least talented elf in the tribe. Others could understand the elements in the air and use basic witchcraft before they were 100 years old, before their infancy ended.
But she couldn't.
Her physical constitution was also the weakest.
Just running away took all her strength.
Far away from the village, Miss Nancy's violently beating heart finally started to ache. Gnawing on the wild fruits she used to pick with her sister, the jam she used to think was delicious now tasted of nothing.
The person who should have died was her.
The one who should have survived shouldn't have been weak her.
If it were her sister... the sister who could communicate with the elements in the air at 20, the sister their mom and dad were so proud of.
Miss Nancy was never jealous, and equally felt happy from the bottom of her heart. Her parents never showed favoritism; they didn't treat her poorly because she was foolish. On the contrary, everyone in the village patiently taught her.
But such a place...
Because of her directions, was gone.
"..."
Miss Nancy couldn't accept the reality of living on alone.
Only by walking on the path of revenge, feeling the souls of her tribe accompanying her, could she barely continue to breathe.
Ten years. Twenty years...
Practicing non-stop. Unable to communicate with the elements in the air to become a powerful elf. Then practice the sword, let the water rush over her under the waterfall, get used to pain by falling from heights, overcome her fear of heights.
Her self-healing ability was formed.
Her physical fitness also got better and better.
Started killing.
As long as they wore nun's habits, she spared none of them.
Right or wrong, she had no heart to debate anymore. As long as she heard rumors related to her enemies somewhere, she would go over and kill to her heart's content. Stringing those heads like candied haws and hanging them on the city walls to pay homage to her tribe.
Her heart became colder and harder.
In the past, when she went out with her sister and saw pitiful humans, she would give them some gems or herbs that meant nothing to them. Anyway, they were all offered by humans.
Not anymore.
Looking at miserable people, she only felt they deserved it.
Towards the Church, it was an unhesitating murderous intent; towards humans, it was an equal disgust. Thinking about not wasting extra time not to kill ordinary people was already considered her mercy.
She felt that in this life, she would either die on the path of revenge or kill all her enemies.
She had seen many disgusting things.
The Church people not only used elves to make medicine, some had special interests. Saying they only felt something for iron, they hollowed out the elves' bodies completely, burying gears and iron inside. Leaving the tenacious elves with only a head and a single breath, just for play.
Having seen such scenes, how could she trust anyone from the Church? Even if she really killed the wrong person, Miss Nancy wouldn't regret it. She had long since lost her heart.
All these years.
The only thing that caused Miss Nancy's emotions to fluctuate was her sister's letter.
She clearly died...
Still alive?
Or did the Church people discover her identity and lure her here?
To tell the truth, Miss Nancy instinctively feared coming near the village again. Even if its appearance was completely different, with a human town added. But if her sister really escaped from that purgatory back then and was still alive... even if only a head remained, she had to find her.
She had to atone for her sins.
"..."
Miss Nancy woke up.
She felt her body was completely naked, it was pitch black before her eyes, and her eyes were blindfolded.
That's right.
The reality was, she didn't find her sister. She was defeated by a dirty trickster. Her mouth was also stuffed with a strange spherical object.
Nancy was self-aware of her body. She knew she was very charming in the eyes of humans. It wasn't that she hadn't encountered men who spoke wildly to her; she just needed one sword strike to cut off their heads.
Splat.
She could feel a slave mark stamped on her chest.
She couldn't help but want to mock, but couldn't speak.
Hehe.
Elves are naturally immune to mental control. They naturally cannot become appendages to others.
Silas completely gave up on persuading the woman in front of him.
But would switching to training be useful?
"..."
Even after twisting her cherries several times until they turned red, he saw no change in her expression. As mocking and ridiculing as ever.
The slave mark was also used. Not a single reaction.
The inner sides of her thighs were very clean and tender. But no matter how he teased, there was no reaction; very dry.
"..."
He took off the ball gag stuffed in her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue.
"You people... woo."
Before she could finish, Silas gagged her again.
Damn it.
Forcing himself on her, he still had to worry if she had some special ability to self-destruct.
[Character: ???]
[Intelligence: The target is currently in an extremely weakened state; if you kill her, she will die. But please note, the target has a special constitution and possesses special power. After about 72 hours, she will accumulate power that poses a threat to you.]
Does this mean he has to constantly guard against her self-destructing?
Where to lock her up?
Iron shackles and the like couldn't defend against her flames.
"Guh..."
"..."
Silas gave her all the new aphrodisiacs the nun had brought. Smeared it all over her body, and saw no other abnormalities besides slightly flushed cheeks. This amount would turn an elephant into a pile driver.
He stamped another slave mark. Still useless.
"Stop dreaming. Send me to see your big shots. It takes half a month from here to the nearest church."
"On the way, you have to guard against me all the time. Guess what other abilities I have. Hehe."
"..."
She had no intention of committing suicide. After taking off the blindfold, she looked at Silas with an expression of contempt and extreme disgust.
Damn it.
Too arrogant.
This was the first time Silas so simply wanted to train a person.
OK.
He found some things to make weights, and tied them all over her body first. Tied her up like a mummy with iron chains.
As for the 'flames' he worried about, even if the iron chains melted, the molten slurry would burn herself. As long as she activated it, she would get hurt. But wouldn't die.
As for the honey pot being too dry.
Just ask the nun for lubricant. She could buy it.
He barely managed to squeeze one finger in.
"..."
But her expression remained contemptuous; she definitely showed no signs of being aroused. After all, the cherries had no changes.
Squelch squelch.
Even if his finger pumped until it smoked, she at most panted a couple of times due to weakness.
Unpleasant.
Her body was still erotic. The white mounds had large halos, and the small tips at the top were subtly split open. As if preparing to facilitate the flow of breast milk in the future.
After undoing the bandages, one hand couldn't grasp it.
Won't listen to reason, huh?
Silas looked around; the only thing left was the slave stamp. This thing was useless on her. But it could leave red marks. Red rings. And this thing seemed un-washable. Even if her body was special.
"?"
Seeing Silas continuously stamp from her neck to her butt, Nancy's mocking meaning grew even stronger.
"..."
And Silas, looking at the woman with seven or eight red rings on her chest, also fell silent.
Suddenly thought of something. He took the wrong path.
Actually, just letting her go and seeing what she wanted to do. Going to save the day, he would know what to do.
What can he do if she can't be trained at all? From beginning to end, she hasn't shown any humiliation or whatever expression.
Alright.
He understood now. Just deliberately find a place to doze off, and wait for her to accumulate whatever special power and escape. Out of tricks. What's the point of really pumping inside? It won't vent his anger and won't complete the mission.
"Hah..."
"?"
Silas was already planning to leave, to ask the nun again and see if there were any clues.
But he heard a subtle panting sound.
He felt Miss Nancy's skin flush a slight pink. The exhaled breath became somewhat erotic.
"..."
But after stopping to watch for a while, it seemed there was nothing special again.
Her figure is obviously so sexy, and she's beautiful too. Why is she so impervious? Waste.
"Hah woo..."
"?"
This time he truly heard it, clearly. Absolutely not normal.
Wearing the blindfold... a sexy lace blindfold found by the nun, no less, Nancy's body involuntarily twisted slightly. Her teeth bit the ball gag making a rattling sound, seeming to be trying hard to endure something.
"Miss Nancy?"
"..."
Oh, she can't speak wearing the ball gag.
Took it off.
"You want to turn me into a slave? ...In your dreams."
"..."
"Hah... what exactly..."
"..."
Before Silas's eyes, an unhindered Nancy couldn't hide any movement from his sight.
Therefore, he saw Miss Nancy's action of tightly pressing the roots of her thighs together. He forcefully spread them apart.
There were some fine crystal threads inside; it wasn't lubricant. Much less pee.
"Why... as soon as I think about killing you...!"
"..."
A small stream spurted out.
Silas wiped his sleeve which was splashed a little.
Glanced at the panel.
[Character: Nancy Nora]
[Intelligence: The target is currently in an extremely weakened state; if you kill her, she will die. Due to multiple mental contracts and her special constitution, whenever the target has thoughts disadvantageous to you, she will uncontrollably go into heat.]
"..."
Silas stood up. Looking at Miss Nancy, whose expression finally broke, glaring at him with hatred.
"What exactly... did you do to me?! Hah ah... you..."
And because her body twisted uncontrollably, she became utterly humiliated.
"Nothing, just stamped a few more times. Seems to have succeeded."
"?"
"You are my slave now."
Silas could confirm that the slave mark before was completely useless on her.
Later he used aphrodisiacs and the mark simultaneously, and also used his hypnosis skill... which combination caused a chemical reaction?
No, there's no fucking science to speak of here.
"You... hah... you animals... to play with elves, you developed this kind of thing? Hah..."
"..."
Silas ignored her.
He closed the door to the head's office and glanced outside. It was already broad daylight; today seemed to be a sunny day.
Starting off by turning the target into a slave, is there something wrong with this?
No.
This is an alternatively correct path. This way, it's impossible for this guy to develop any weird feelings for him. Not only is it not the wrong route, but it's the absolute correct route.
He can complete the mission and still have the face to go back and face his wives.